Cohabitation...Part 2

Ok, so even though we have not moved all the stuff from my house, we are officially having to look at each other everyday. Huge accomplishment for me. Huge! Did I say HUGE?!! Taylor has her new bedroom suit and is over the moon about it. I sure wished a piece of furniture made me that happy. So far no one has lost any limbs, so I guess that is good.
Brandon has OBD. Yes, you read that correctly, Overly Bossy Disorder. We have been working on this. He made a reference to pans in the kitchen not being stacked properly the other night and my head spun around at least three times. I informed him that I would throw them in the middle of the kitchen floor and he could stack them properly there. I know, I am such a grown up, huh? Bless his heart, he has worked so hard on his space and these two lunatic women move in and incorrectly stack his pans. Can you believe the nerve? Me either...Anyway, he is learning to deal with other humans in his space and actually seems to almost like it.
I had to inform him that the woman's job was to take care of the house and the humans in the house. It's just the way it is supposed to be. And then I forgot to put his whites in the dryer and he did not have socks this morning. See how lucky he is to have me. I'm a peach.
He informed me that we were going somewhere special this weekend. Then he told me it was to the Farm and Gin Show in Memphis. Now you see just how lucky I am to have him. So I get to spend a Saturday of my life looking at tractors. Do you wish you were me yet? I am only kidding, it will be fun and any opportunity for us to be together as a family is always great.
So the cohabitating has not killed any of us but the moving of things just might. Pray for me.

Kids...

I bet you are wondering what this picture is of. Well even if you aren't, let me fill you in. I have the most considerate, helpful child ever. She loves to help. So I asked her to start my car the other morning when I was running a little behind. She has started setting her alarm clock and now is up every school morning at 5:00 am and ready to go. See so sweet and helpful.

So after she starts the car, she naturally thinks, hmmm, how do I get all this frost off Mom's windshield. Of course the first thing that comes to mind is:"Hey, I'll use a rock". Logical, huh? So she does and this is the result. $160 plus tax later, I will get a new windshield.

I almost had a stroke when I saw it. Bless her heart, she was just trying to help but good lord. Use your noggin. So I called my mom to tell her and she thought it was the funniest thing ever. Apparently Jeff and I as children were helpful too. She couldn't remember the total number of dollars spent fixing where we helped. See another fine example of how you just can't fight DNA.

I will be packing and getting rid of junk this weekend. It never ceases to amaze me at just how much stuff one person can accumulate. I will make an attempt at organizing the stuff I do move to storage so that maybe when I come back for it, I will actually be able to find what I am looking for. Hopefully if all the stars align perfectly, we will have Taylor's room finished this weekend. Sounds like a huge accomplishment but not really. I have too much stuff!!!

Cohabitating.

One thing that I have learned about myself in recent years is that as much as I love the company of others at various times, I have gotten used to my alone time. Probably because I had so much of it when Taylor was visiting various family. I love it. Don't mind one bit being alone. Then came Brandon. I still like being alone but also love to spend time with him. He makes me laugh often. He likes alot of the same things I do so we enjoy our time together. So after almost two years, we are working towards cohabitating. I said it, out loud, just so it would be more real. It's been along time since I have shared the same home as a man. I am a little scared. Not because I don't want to move in, but because I don't really know if my nerves can take a man day to day. I guess I will just have to reprogram my mind. Once you have been single for a while and get used to it, you start to really enjoy it. Not that you don't crave the attention of another from time to time but you realize the importance of the time you get to spend with yourself. And it is important! I have friends who are never away from their children and thats what works for them. But me, I love the time I get to spend by myself. Away from all other human beings. It rejuvinates me even if I am only watching tv.

So here we go, this will either be the beginning of something beautiful or you can find him at the bottom of Humboldt Lake. Only kidding. Mostly.